"What?" Anne was startled.
"Yes, ma'am." Pom looked down.
"Where is he?" Anne asked ferociously.
Pom didn't say anything. "Ma'am, he-."
Anne knew where he was. She walked out of his room angrily and opened Elena's room. Anne saw her son sleeping on her bed, and his clothes were on the floor. Seeing him like that, Anne shouted, "Paul!"
Paul arched his brows with annoyance as he heard someone calling his name loudly. He slightly opened his eyes and spotted his mom in front of him.
"Mom, what's your problem? Let me sleep more," Paul said, covering his head again.
Anne yanked his blanket away from him and said, "You brat."
"Mom, what?" Paul said as he fully opened his eyes.
"What exactly is this? Could you perhaps clarify what you're doing in her room?" Anne asked.
"Where is your shi
